This week's show drawing from James Hood is called 'A Tale of One Concourse' and is based on the introduction to 'A Tale of Two Cities' by Charles Dickens.
"It was big in the railway station. It was small in the railway station.
There were a train with no chin and a vagrant who was turf'd of face on the platform. McGregor the writing ghost rose undramatically from Sexy the Steam Engine's hat and Stumpy Jimmy, the watchdog, despoiled the shining engine by firing his blood on Sexy's rear end.
And it came to pass that a single tuppenny bit was left on the platform by a man not known to Buckules the short vagrant, who wanted to take the coin that lay before him, and buy sweets or whatever."
Well done again Squadron, you have proved that you can effectively disguise yourselves when needed with an abundant array of fake facial hair. After all, you never know when you might need to er.. blend into the background in the middle of an important mission.
Thanks again to James Hood for providing this brilliant picture summery of last week's show.
This week's picture is of the summer madness that goes on in London High street. Adam bumps into Kofi Annan as he does a spot of shopping and Adam can't help noticing Kofi's shorts. Joe uses Ian Ogilvy's newly vandalised TV shop to eye up a full lady and Mr Buxton Snr leers partially out of view. Kofi's got his sister's knickers stuck to his chest. Dirty.
Last week's Text The Nation was about your birthday flipouts, tantrums and times when things didn't quite go how you'd hoped. You can still get involved and send your stories to email@example.com for Retro Text The Nation on this Saturday's show.
Thanks to Andy from Preston for owning up to this birthday tantrum after losing out to his friend on a round of musical chairs. He says:
" Here is an audio clip pulled from a video of me ruining my sister Victoria's seventh birthday... this is the end of a game of musical chairs, you can hear my mum announcing that our friend Claire had won, and me being a bad loser and the only other remaining contestent, not to mention slightly jealous of all the attention lavished on Vic for her birthday, having a paddy and storming off. I was 8 then, and I'm 30 now but it still embarasses me... Enjoy! "
The sleeping forces of Black Squadron were once again awoken to execute a rather precarious command. In your hundreds, you stood right back to attention by piling and balancing any items you could scavnange to create a leaning tower of stuff -good work. Stand by for another task this Saturday.
You can see all these amazing creations in the gallery
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